Why hello there :)

Schoolwork is being a real bitch at the minute, plus my normal writing time is being interrupted by godawful headaches, so I have dug into the archives for this week's installment. I've had to change a few things to aid continuity but it is pretty much the same.

Next week is safe as I have already written the chapter and am currently working on ch18. Ch17 is very fluffy, in preparation for what might happen in 4x04, although hopefully it won't be needed. THEY CAN'T BREAK MY BOYS UP! Rest assured that Tears loves Cookies and Cookies loves Tears, and they won't follow the example of Season 4's Klaine.
Anyway, know that I won't be abandonning you any time soon, and writing always comes first.

I'd like to use this opportunity to thank Kris. You've helped me so much these past few months. Even though we've never met I would put you in the list of my closest friends. I could never thank you enough for listening to me and, in turn, talking to me. I've not been much happier than I have for these past few weeks; you really are my guardian angel.

As for this chapter, please don't hate me...

Story so far...

The ND reunion: couples got together, couples came out about being together, and couples announced having babies together. Oh, and friends were reformed. And there was fluff. And smut. And Klaine. And Klaine fluff. A lot of Klaine fluff. A bit of clever Brittany, and a bit more Klaine fluff. So what is life like back in Columbus?

-*T&C*-

Kurt grinned. It was five o'clock and he'd just spent the last hour spending the money that he'd earned in the morning. His car was full of shopping and it was a struggle to close the boot due to the vast number of bags that were squeezed in there, not counting the ones piled up on the backseats. He got in the driver's seat and drew his phone from his pocket, sending a hasty message to Blaine: "Hey Cookies, shopping over, be back soon. Love you! K xx"

Smiling, he put his mobile on the passenger seat and pulled out of the parking space and down the multi-storey. The light hit him as he emerged at the bottom and he had a sudden urge to visit his boyfriend at work. After all, it wouldn't take him long to visit Dalton. He finished at half past five so he'd be there in plenty of time. Plus it'd be good to see the boys again. And then he could give Blaine a lift back - he had had to take the bus as his car was being fixed; something to do with a faulty backlight.

Instead of signalling left at the crossing to go home, Kurt turned right and drove the short distance to the school where he had spent half a year of his high school life. Even though he had driven this road many times before, he had to keep pulling over to check road signs and the map that was stuffed inn the pocket behind his seat.

When he reached the building, he parked his car in the eerily quiet grounds and walked to the entrance, gravel crunching slightly underfoot. The door was locked. There seemed to be nobody about, even though it was Monday and the school should have been buzzing with activity. Kurt frowned and tugged more at the handle. It wouldn't budge. He peered through the glass and saw a sign saying 'closed until further notice'. What was going on? What had happened? Why hadn't Blaine told him this? Kurt puzzled, before deciding it'd be best to just go home and ask what had happened; he was sure that Blaine must be at home if he wasn't at work.

Shutting the driver's door behind him, Kurt picked up his phone and sent another text: "I am at Dalton and you're not here. It says it's closed. What's going on? I'm on my way home now, K."

Kurt sighed and pushed the car into gear, rolling out through the imposing school gates. The road to Columbus was almost empty. Kurt puzzled as to why there were no cars about. Was there an event that Kurt wasn't aware of? Was something happening?
Kurt pulled in at the apartment car park and picked up his phone to slide it into his pocket. However, he changed his mind and kept it out to text Blaine again as he walked: "Where is everyone? The roads are clear and the car park is empty. Are you at home? I'm downstairs now. If you're home I'll see you soon. K"

By the time that Kurt hit send, he was right outside their door. He heard a faint bleep through the wall as the text came through. Oh, so at least Blaine's phone was at home. He knocked and, upon receiving no reply, slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open.

As the door swung shut behind him, Kurt heard a low moan from the bedroom. He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. He dropped his keys and phone noiselessly on the hallway table and made his way to their bedroom. The door was pushed to but not shut and, as Kurt pushed it open, his heart broke.

A discarded navy blazer lay in one corner if the room and underwear sat in another. On the bed, Blaine lay. He was inside another man. Kurt gasped. Upon hearing the sound, Blaine's head snapped around. His hazel eyes showed panic and he hastily withdrew himself from the Warbler who had been lying beneath him.

"Kurt. You're- you are..." He was at a loss for words.

"Home early?" Kurt supplied. His insides turned as his naked boyfriend stood in front of him. Noticing his state of undress, Blaine grabbed one of the pairs of pants from off the floor and slid it on at such a speed it was like he was hoping that if he did it fast enough, Kurt wouldn't notice what had just happened.

But Kurt had noticed. He looked into the panicked eyes of his boyfriend and the doey look in the eyes of John, and he turned away from them. Blaine called him back, but he kept walking. He didn't bother to pick his phone up from the table as he left the apartment. He continued walking down all two hundred and thirty-one steps at the exact same pace. His speed was unaltered. He left the building and walked to his car. His pace was unhurried and normal, as if walking at a normal pace would make everything just that: normal.

Kurt got to his car and shut his door behind him. He put his hands on the steering wheel, leant forwards, and wept.

"Kurt."

"Kurt!"

"KURT!"

Kurt awoke, drenched in sweat and with a very worried looking Blaine sat over him. He blinked, confused.

"You were sobbing. In your sleep," Blaine confirmed.

It all came rushing back and tears once again filled Kurt's eyes. Blaine opened his arms and enveloped his boyfriend in a comforting hug. Kurt knotted his arms around Blaine's neck and buried his face into his shoulder, soaking the spot within moments. Blaine rubbed his hands soothingly down Kurt's back until he calmed enough to tell him what was wrong. Finally, Kurt spoke.

"You went- I finished- I went- you were-" A fresh set of sobs erupted from Kurt and Blaine resumed his hugging and rubbing.

"Shhh, it's alright. It was nothing more than a bad dream, okay? Okay Kurt?"

Kurt knew he'd never let go of the man in his arms.

I repeat, please don't hate me?

Right, I have to rant about it because it is on Thursday and it is to do with Klaine and it can't happen. I'm sorry but it just can't. I'm terrified as to what might happen, mainly because every hope I had has been disproved by the promo and bts videos (namely the park scene being a dummy scene and Teenage Dream being happy and "we'll get through being in a long-distance relationship" sort of thing). I've been hysterical about this for weeks, and I'm going to try and not watch the episode until Sunday evening so that emotions (negative or HOPEFULLY positive) can be offloaded onto Coatsy.

Another mention of that delightful little writer (okay, I'm sorry, but that was too good an opportunity to miss and anyway, best things come in small packages) is that she is writting again! I'm so excited! Something's Coming is such an incredible story and if you haven't read it yet then please, please do. I may be biased as she is one of my best friends, but it's TOTALLY AWESOME! We may well be getting an update before the end of the week, and she tells me something is in the running for True Colours too!

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

I never feel like I do enough for charities. Sure, all my old stuff goes to Cancer Research and I am always in the charity shops in my town. But I want to just go up to collection pots and put money in. I've a feeling that nobody bothers to read this anymore - I know I don't! If, perchance, you do, put "I am a shining star" in your review. So, for every review I get for this story, I will donate 10p to a charity. If you have a favourite, please let me know in your review and I'll see what I can do. Let's see how much we can donate, eh?

Please review? Remember the 10p! If you got this far, put "you and me, Tobey, against the world" in your review and bonus cyber-love if you say where it's from.